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Thinking of him, Muhara, a powerful man at the level of Taoist talisman, flying in the sky and hiding everywhere. Even though he is not as good as the one, he is also a powerful person in the eyes of many people. He needs help from the mountains? Therefore, he feels a little embarrassed to ask for help now, but there is no way to do it without asking for help. It will die. He doesn't want to die in such a frustration.↖

The ordinary man in Muhara's eyes waved the iron sword in his hand and killed the poisonous insects that wanted to approach him. He slowly came to Muhara's body, stood in his sword, and looked at Muhara who could not move on the ground, without any expression on his face.

"You are a disciple of Zhenyang Sword Sect." The other party looked at Kihara and suddenly asked this question.

Hearing this sentence, Muhara was surprised. He was obviously just an ordinary person with no cultivation. He actually knew that the immortal sect in the eyes of a mortal like Zhenyang Sword Sect, which made Muhara a little incredible.

In his opinion, the other party was just an ordinary person. The Zhenyang Sword Sect would probably not be able to reach this place in the other party's eyes for ten lifetimes. How did he know about the Zhenyang Sword Sect?

Since the other party knew that he was a disciple of the Zhenyang Sword Sect, it would be easy to deal with. Muyuan's stubborn thinking had returned and looked at the other party with a mysterious look and said, "That's right, I am a member of the Zhenyang Sword Sect. You are a god-like figure in your eyes. Now I have something wrong. Come and help me. As long as I take me out of this damn place, I promise to give you unexpected benefits, and even teach you some god-like methods is not impossible, and it is just around the corner to make you immortal."

Hearing Muhara's words, the man in black robe not only had no sign of joy on his face, but instead showed a look of contempt and said disdainfully: "When will the Zhenyang Sword Sect dare to claim to be a blessing in the immortal family? It is also a magical method, and it is not afraid that the wind will flash its tongue. If the Zhenyang Sword Sect is a arrogant guy like you, I'm afraid I won't know how many years have it been destroyed."

"Drink, you mortal, you have such a big tone. Helping me is a blessing you have cultivated for many lifetimes, but you don't know how to politely." The stubborn Kihara is still in a state of superiority when facing the only person who can help him. In his opinion, the other party is just an ignorant mortal, and in the eyes of the other party, he is a noble and fairy-like figure.

"Drink, then you should be your god here." The other party coldly threw down such a sentence, turned around and left. In his eyes, Kihara was the so-called mortal.

"Hey, boy, stop for me, do you know the consequences of not helping me? Once I recover, you will be in trouble or not." Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Muhara suddenly became anxious, but he was stubborn but didn't know how to adapt and still threatened.

"I'm waiting for you to come and cause trouble for me," the other party said with disdain, leaving without looking back, without taking Muhara's threat at all. That kind of ignorance made Muhara eat the other party's heart.

The other party left. He was full of poisonous insects. At this time, Muhara felt scared and immediately said anxiously: "Wait, friend, help me, it was wrong for me before. As long as you help me leave here, I can give you whatever you want?"

"Now you know you're scared? Humph, it turns out that the people from Zhenyang Sword Sect are not normal guys. You are just a fool, and Ye Shura is also a fool." The man said to himself with a cold face, walked to Muyuan, lifted him up, and then walked out of the mountains.

"Hey, I said, you can't treat me like this. I'm a disciple of the Zhenyang Sword Sect after all. You can carry me like a cargo like this." The Kihara who was being carried was immediately anxious.

"If you want to die, keep screaming. I don't mind leaving you here," the other party said angrily. As soon as this sentence came out, Kihara suddenly became quiet. Compared with face, life is more important.

But he was stubborn and thought in his mind that when he was safe and the crisis was resolved, he must make this guy look good and let him know that he was a god and an existence he could not afford to provoke. He thought so in his mind, but never thought about how could a mortal man see that he was a disciple of the Zhenyang Sword Sect, how could he dare to walk here alone, and how could he not take him seriously?

Although he had never thought about these things, what Kihara could confirm was that this young man in black robe was undoubtedly an ordinary person, not the kind of strong man who could not see through his cultivation. He was indeed an ordinary person who was so ordinary that he could not be more ordinary.

The other party held him, his speed was not fast, and it was no different from walking normally. This made Muhara worry that he didn't know when he would be able to escape from danger. He really didn't feel safe with this mortal.

After a moment of silence, Kihara asked: "By the way, although you are annoying, can you tell me what your name is? I can give you some benefits after I escape from danger."

"Drink, you guys deserve to know my name," the man in black robe said disdainfully, not taking Kihara seriously at all.

The other party's words suddenly made Kihara very angry. He was actually despised by an ant-like human being, making him angry and helpless. If he hadn't been able to move now, he really wanted to let the other party see his own means and let him understand that the gods and immortals were not something he could despise at will.

The two of them were only on the periphery of this mountain range. Even at the speed of an ordinary person, they were almost leaving the mountain range in a few hours.

The young man in black robe held Muhara and was about to approach the edge of the mountain range, but he stopped suddenly, put Muhara next to him, frowned, and looked forward, but the iron sword in his hand was tightened.

"Not everyone comes and goes whenever they want to come. They either live to die in the mountains or become a corpse and leave here. You can choose it yourself," said slowly, standing with his back to them, standing in front of the two people, he said with a slow hand.

This person dresses very strangely, with colorful clothes on his body giving people a unique national style. The dress of ordinary people is different. The reason why the young man in black robe does not leave is because of this person.

Although Muhara could not mobilize his slightest means at this time, he had the vision he should have. When he saw this person, he exclaimed: "I didn't expect that there were people living here in this poor mountain and bad water. This guy is a person at the order level, right? No, it was you who drove the poisonous insects to attack me just now? Do you know that I am a disciple of the Zhenyang Sword Sect. I will hand over the antidote quickly, otherwise you will bring you a huge disaster."

The other party was unmoved at all and turned to look at the two of them. This man looked not old last year, but his face was covered with countless strange patterns, as if he were tattoos, extremely strange.

He glanced at the two of them, and finally looked at the man in black robe and said, "I have to say that this guy beside you has only one cultivation level. But he is a fool, and he can't even see the form in front of him clearly."

"He is from Zhenyang Sword Sect. You can let him go. Otherwise, if the people from Zhenyang Sword Sect come here, you won't be able to live here. As for me, it would be better to stay here." The man in black robe said in a deep voice.

"Although Zhenyang Sword Sect is not something we can afford to provoke. However, the leader of the sect has an order that no one can come here or leave. As long as it is not a person from this sect, especially a man, will die," the strange-dressed man shook his head and said.

"That's nothing to discuss," the man in black robe raised the ordinary iron sword in his hand and pointed it at the other party and said in a deep voice.

"You are just a mortal. It has been a few days since you have been here. You haven't died because no one wants to kill you, but you are not qualified to bargain. Take this waste back," the other party shook his head and said unmoved.

The man in black robe thought for a while, shook his head and put down the long sword in his hand, turned around with Kihara, and walked towards the inside of the mountain range.

"Hey, wait, let me down, I'm leaving this damn place, who, do you know, I'm a disciple of Zhenyang Sword Sect, have you ever thought about the consequences?" Muhara suddenly shouted, and he was about to leave this damn place, and he didn't want to go back.

"If you say something else, you may not have a chance to survive. Don't say that you have no cultivation on your body. Even if your cultivation is in its heyday, there is still no chance to challenge here," the man in black robe reminded him.

Just when Mu Yuan was still trying to say something, several streams of light from the sky shot out and soon appeared in the void. It was the disciple of the Zhenyang Sword Sect who dared to come after receiving the Mu Yuan's help signal.

"Who are you? Put down Senior Brother Kihara?" One of them saw the man in black robe holding Muhara and immediately said loudly. Even after the words came, a sword light slashed straight towards the man in black robe.

"It's someone who is looking for death again," the man in black robe said in his heart, but in the face of this sharp sword light, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He had to throw away Kihara and roll on the ground and dodge. The sword light rubbed against his body and left a crack that lasted thousands of meters on the ground. If he was slower, he would be torn in half.

"Save", the disciple of Zhenyang Sword Sect appeared, making Muyuan feel happy and said inwardly, then looked at the other party and said, "I don't know which junior brother it is, take me out of here quickly."

"The disciples of Zhenyang Sword Sect? They dare to come to us to take tragedy and seek death." The strange-dressed man said in a deep voice, regardless of whether the other party was a disciple of Zhenyang Sword Sect, a bag with strange symbols appeared in his hand. After opening it, a black air in the bag soared into the sky, and endless poisonous insects filled the sky, drowned the disciples of Zhenyang Sword Sect.

The sword light was scattered, and the poisonous insects were killed and fell down, but in front of the overwhelming poisonous insects, the disciples of the Zhenyang Sword Sect quickly disappeared, and they had only time to send a few distress signals and completely disappeared.

When the poisonous insects returned to the bag in the man's hand again, several disciples of the Zhenyang Sword Sect at the order level had no bones left and were completely gnawed by the poisonous insects.

Seeing this scene, Muhara was dumbfounded. This guy actually dared to kill the disciples of the Zhenyang Sword Sect. How dare he? How dare he have such courage?

"I saw it, so don't be arrogant here, otherwise I don't know how I died," the man in black robe came to Muhara and shook his head and said.

Then he mentioned that Kihara went towards the mountains again. They went deep into the mountains. The strange-dressed person did not stop them, nor did he make things difficult for them. As long as he did not leave this mountain range, he would not have to live or die.

After Kihara and others left, the strange-dressed man was still guarding here, looking at the distant horizon, frowned, and the bag containing poisonous insects opened again, black light soared into the sky, endless poisonous insects filled the void, surging away like a black tide, and once again killed dozens of Zhenyang Sword Sect disciples who came to the sword, leaving no bones.

The poisonous insects he brought were not the ordinary poisonous insects on the outer edge of the mountains, but were highly poisonous objects specially fed. The loss of Muhara's cultivation was caused by one of the scorpions.

After killing this group of disciples of Zhenyang Sword Sect, the strangely dressed man said to himself: "Zhenyang Sword Sect is just a hornet's nest. People will definitely come here in a steady stream of people. It's very troublesome, but if you want to enter the mountains, you have to pass the non-toxic Yama Formation first."

After saying that, his figure disappeared. Instead, the colorful smoke in the mountains that were originally just looming rolled rapidly, soaring into the sky, and finally enveloped the entire mountain range.

This colorful smoke is extremely poisonous. Even if a person in the Shenzang realm takes a breath, this smoke will probably be poisoned to death. This has been proven by countless facts. After activating the formation, this person is not afraid that the people of the Zhenyang Sword Sect will come again to cause trouble. As for the strong man who has surpassed the Shenzang realm, it is not something he can do.

Shortly after the second batch of disciples of Zhenyang Sword Sect were killed, a group of disciples of Zhenyang Sword Sect came here again. When they saw the mountains covered by colorful smoke, they all hesitated.

They discussed it and someone asked to go in and check it out, but no one who entered had gone out again. He suddenly felt that things were tricky and quickly reported the situation here and waited for the strong people of the sect to come here.

Not long after, a divine light shot from the sky, and a disciple of the Zhenyang Sword Sect wearing a red robe appeared here. He was a strong man with the cultivation level of the Tongtian realm. When he saw the colorful smoke, he immediately knew that it was not good.

"I, a disciple of Zhenyang Sword Sect, did the distress signal be sent from here?" he asked.

The disciples who came here early returned: "Yes, uncle, they were sent out from here. And look at the ground, there are some signs left after my disciples of Zhenyang Sword Sect were killed. The previous senior brothers and the others should have died here."

"Hmph, I want to see what's weird here," the disciple of the Tongtian Realm said in a deep voice, stretched out his hand to slap the mountain range, and a fiery red palm shattered the void and hit the colorful smoke.
Chapter completed!